WB RPS Fic: "Like a Virgin" - Jared/Jensen - NC17
Stupid brain felt the need to write this instead of working on a paper which I'll now have to do tomorrow night. Oh well. Maybe I was trying to balance out all that SPN het I've been writing lately. :P
Title: Like a Virgin
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC17
Summary: Bantery, smutty, first-time porn with flashes of awkward that isn’t going to change the world or anything. Usually I take a quote from the story and italicize it for the summary, but all the good parts in this involve cursing or naughtiness, so I can’t do that this time. Heh.
Disclaimer: FICTION
Author’s Note: I should probably be tarred and feathered for the title, or at least just mocked, but I amuse myself.
Word Count: About 2000.
*****
“So,” Jared says when the game’s gone to commercial, “which one of us is gonna go first here?”
Jensen looks up from where he’s slouched on the other side of the couch, one hand tantalizingly placed just under the waistband of his jeans and the other wrapped around a beer bottle. “Huh? What the hell are you talking about, Jay?” He takes a healthy swig off his beer. Jared just stares at Jensen’s adam’s apple as he swallows. Shit, this is just getting worse. Every little, inconsequential thing Jensen does is starting to seem sexy. Hell, the guy probably makes flossing hot. Jared almost giggles a little at that thought.
Jensen’s giving him the weird-eyeball now. “Jared, are you high? You were hanging out with Chad before you came over, weren’t you?”
Jared chokes and doesn’t answer. Half-time’s over. But he’s having a hard time paying attention, and no, it’s not because he’s been smoking weed. Though he is feeling a little bit loopy-two weeks of sucking your new best friend’s cock and furtive, fumbling hand jobs in the trailer between scenes will do that to a guy. (Also, this isn’t his team.) Jared hasn’t felt this way since high school: equal parts horny and confused, and not knowing what the fuck to do. Jared’s not a total slut, but he’s been with his share of girls so he’s used to being relatively suave. But now he feels like-like a fucking virgin. Because he kinda sorta is. Again.
Jensen, however, seems to be unaffected by any plaguing doubts. He’s sloshing down beer and eating potato chips like they’re going out of style. How exactly he keeps himself looking like that is a serious mystery to Jared.
The station cuts to commercial again. Wow, Jared really has been spacing out. Jensen turns his attention back to Jared, slapping him on the thigh and shooting over a smirk and a smile (yes, both-Jared’s not sure how that’s possible, but the way that Jensen’s lips and teeth are blinding him has Jared convinced that he’s being treated to a double-whammy of Ackles charm). “All right there, Big Jared, what’s got your panties in a twist?”
See that’s the thing that other people don’t know about Jensen Ackles: yeah, he’s shy-that dorky, awkward thing he does when confronted with a microphone minus a script or lines is real. But there’s some cocky bastard in there too; you’ve just got to get to know him for it to come out. Jared suspects that maybe Jensen's only comfortable fucking around like that if he trusts you not to take him too seriously, to not just assume that ownership of a face like his equals asshole. And after all this time together, Jared does know him, or at least he felt like he did until the whole getting-sweaty-and-getting-off-in-very-close-proximity-of-each-other thing started. Now Jared’s not even sure he knows himself.
“Um,” Jared says.
Jensen moves closer on the couch, flooding Jared’s nose with a salty, beery, but still Jensen-y smell. Jared licks his lips. “Uh, well,” he stutters. Christ on a cracker. How hard is it to say, “So dude, since we’re apparently gay for each other, when and how is the fucking going to start?”
It’s not that hard actually if you’re goaded into it. Because that’s exactly what storms out of Jared’s mouth after Jensen needles him in the ribs and says, “Stop being such a pussy, Jared. Fucking out with it already. You’re driving me nuts with all this pensive bullshit.”
No, it’s not difficult to say, but it’s embarrassing as hell to be alive and breathing after. And Jensen, that disturbingly pretty motherfucker, just laughs. Laughs.
“So what you’re saying is that you want in my ass?” Jensen’s eyes are twinkling and Jared wants to smack him. No, that’s a lie. Jared wants-Jared’s not sure exactly what he wants. That’s sort of the problem.
“I’m not gay,” Jensen says seriously, and Jared feels his heart drop into his socks. But then Jensen shifts even closer to him on the couch, leaning over to whisper in Jared’s ear, “But I am Jared-sexual.”
Yep, this is just like high school, because Jared just went from miserable to so turned on he’s having heart palpitations in like two seconds flat. Also, there’s the necking. Which is the only applicable term for what happens next. Before Jared knows what’s happening, Jensen’s positioned in between his legs and they’re rolling around on the couch cushions with Jensen biting at the hollow of Jared’s neck. Jared can feel his sense of humor flood back with each lick and suck.
“Oh my god, you are gay! You’re totally making out instead of watching football.”
“Shut up, dude. Don’t be so close-minded,” Jensen laughs into Jared’s open mouth.
“Yeah, ‘cause I’m so homophobic when I’m sucking you off.” He can feel Jensen shudder when he says that and it makes Jared feel triumphant. Then he realizes that this is the closest they’ve come to having a talk, like even discussing what exactly it is that they’ve been doing rummaging around in each other's Levis for the last couple weeks.
“Right, and I’m sure you’ll be drafting an anti-homo screed in your head while I’m fucking you in the ass.” Jensen said “screed.” How much further would that put Jared in the embarrassingly crushed-out category if he said that it makes him hot when Jensen talks smart?
“Oh so that’s how it’s going to go, huh? Sandy said you’d be like that.” Oops. Way to kill the mood, Padalecki. Real smooth.
Jensen rears up on his haunches at that and peers into Jared’s eyes with those sparkly, church-boy, green eyes and says quietly, “You told her? I was actually wondering about that.”
Right. So now they really are doing the talking thing, only not about the fun sex stuff. Jared babbles awkwardly, “Well, yeah. She’s my girl. I don’t lie to her. Besides, she figured out about this,” he waves his arm around between them, “before I did actually.”
Jensen breathes out a sigh of-is that relief? Yeah, it totally is. “Shit man, that’s-I’m glad. I was starting to feel like a real prick. ‘Cause she’s a nice girl and I like her. But somehow I still couldn’t seem to keep my hands off her boyfriend.” Jensen literalizes his statement, pushing his hands up and under Jared’s T-shirt. Jared groans and shifts his hips. And then Jensen’s licking up his happy trail, dangling a finger next to Jared’s button-fly. He looks up and grins. “And yeah, maybe I should do the fucking-I’ve done it "that way" with a chick before and all.”
Jared squints, mustering up the wherewithal to pissily reply, “So have I.”
“Naughty boy,” Jensen says, palming Jared’s cock through his jeans. “And here I thought that puppy-dog face was just concealing an untapped talent for giving head.”
“So you think flattery’s gonna get you into my-” Jensen cuts him off with a kiss that’s just too wet and too perfect-too raw-for Jared to sustain logical thought or word progressions of any kind.
Jensen’s slowly undoing Jared’s fly, one silver button at a time, and there’s a rushing in Jared’s ears that almost makes it so he can’t hear it when Jensen half-growls, “You can go first, man. I want you to.” It’s cliché but there’s something about that three word combo, “I. Want. You.” that makes Jared feel puddly on the inside, inflating his dick into the kind of out of control hard-on that you get when you’re fifteen and you want to hump everything that moves. “I’ll be right back,” Jensen says, and then he’s bounding across the room barefoot while Jared melts back into the couch, feeling nervous and insanely excited and…yeah, like a virgin.
Jared grabs the remote and shuts the TV off-‘cause that’s clearly not happening anymore. He can’t help but touch himself in Jensen’s absence, lightly circling the head of his cock with his thumb as a series of flashing, indistinct images of his and Jensen’s body parts tangle in his head. When Jensen comes back the words, “Hold up there--I thought that was for me,” cut though the almost-silence of Jared’s labored breath, bringing him back to the here and now. Jared swivels his head to find Jensen completely butt-ass naked and carrying a bottle of lube and a condom.
“Oh right. Of course,” Jared says stupidly, scanning his eyes up and down Jensen’s body. He almost can’t believe this is happening. But then he has to because Jensen joins him on the couch and uncaps the bottle, looking up at Jared with an eyebrow lift that seems kind of forced, like Shy Jensen and Cocky Jensen are at war with one another. Jared tears off his shirt and goes to pull down his pants and underwear, but Jensen’s hand meets his firmly.
“Don’t. I like you half-dressed.”
“Okay,” Jared says, throbbing where Jensen’s fingers are cutting into his skin. Suddenly everything seems very serious.
Jared stares wordlessly as Jensen straddles his legs and leans back with his knees in the air, lying back on folded arms, somehow managing to look both taunting and open. Jensen’s hard cock is kissing his belly and his ass is angled up; he’s fucking gorgeous and asking for it. He hands Jared the bottle and says, “You have to, you know…”
“Yeah,” Jared says, slicking his fingers up. He spills slightly onto the cushions in his haste, and makes a pained face. “Shit. I’m sorry.”
“Fuck it,” Jensen rumbles, “just-come on…” Jared reaches down and slides one finger in. “Yeah,” Jensen drawls out, turning one syllable into the length of three, the upholstery apparently forgotten. Jared watches as the muscles in Jensen’s lower abdomen tense as he fucks in and out, just as the tightness around his finger relaxes and takes him in.
“Give me another.” Jared does as he’s told. Jensen’s head lolls back and Jared can see that he even has freckles underneath his chin. Jensen slowly lifts his head up again, letting out a shaky breath but using a commanding tone. “Give me three.”
“Are you sure, man? That’s pretty quick.”
“It’s cool. I’ve been-oh fuck-practicing.” Jared’s eyes grow wide as he pictures Jensen alone, fucking himself. He’s been doing that for Jared.
“Oh,” is all he can manage to say.
Jensen looks Jared straight in the eye, quirking a trace of a grin. “You’re fucking huge, dude. I just-god, yeah.” Jared looks down at his hand, fingers disappearing inside Jensen as they curl up. Every time he hits that spot he can see it ripple across Jensen’s face. That’s the thing about foreplay-you get to watch. But it’s getting to the point where if things don’t move along soon, Jared’s dick is going to stage a coup.
It doesn’t have to, because just when Jared thinks he can’t take it anymore, Jensen says, “Okay, that’s enough, Jay. Just fuck me.”
The next part happens quickly, and it almost feels like normal-rolling the condom on, gripping the base of his cock as he slowly slides in. But the look on Jensen’s face is something totally new in the world of Jensen facial expressions as Jared knows them. Jensen’s mouth falls open and he starts to chant, “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” as he starts fucking himself on Jared’s cock. And Jared has to agree, because everything about this is yes. Jensen’s fisting his own dick and looking down at Jared with a wild look in his eyes. It makes Jared feel like this is happening to him as opposed to something he’s doing. But that’s just like Jensen-the secret Jensen-he’s got to take charge, even about having a dick in his ass.
Not that Jared’s complaining. He lets Jensen ride him, watching Jensen’s bicep flex as he holds himself up on one arm, cursing and invoking the divine as he jerks himself roughly, shooting off with a grimace that on anyone else would be grotesque but on Jensen is just really fucking hot.
And then Jared’s coming desperately too, knowing that Jensen’s watching him go.
“Jesus,” Jared says as they’re lying there afterwards, spent and sticky. “I feel like I just lost my cherry all over again.”
“No dude, I think that was me,” Jensen says and laughs.
“Whatever, fuck you.”
“No way. It’s my turn next.”
*****
Title: Like a Virgin
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC17
Summary: Bantery, smutty, first-time porn with flashes of awkward that isn’t going to change the world or anything. Usually I take a quote from the story and italicize it for the summary, but all the good parts in this involve cursing or naughtiness, so I can’t do that this time. Heh.
Disclaimer: FICTION
Author’s Note: I should probably be tarred and feathered for the title, or at least just mocked, but I amuse myself.
Word Count: About 2000.
*****
“So,” Jared says when the game’s gone to commercial, “which one of us is gonna go first here?”
Jensen looks up from where he’s slouched on the other side of the couch, one hand tantalizingly placed just under the waistband of his jeans and the other wrapped around a beer bottle. “Huh? What the hell are you talking about, Jay?” He takes a healthy swig off his beer. Jared just stares at Jensen’s adam’s apple as he swallows. Shit, this is just getting worse. Every little, inconsequential thing Jensen does is starting to seem sexy. Hell, the guy probably makes flossing hot. Jared almost giggles a little at that thought.
Jensen’s giving him the weird-eyeball now. “Jared, are you high? You were hanging out with Chad before you came over, weren’t you?”
Jared chokes and doesn’t answer. Half-time’s over. But he’s having a hard time paying attention, and no, it’s not because he’s been smoking weed. Though he is feeling a little bit loopy-two weeks of sucking your new best friend’s cock and furtive, fumbling hand jobs in the trailer between scenes will do that to a guy. (Also, this isn’t his team.) Jared hasn’t felt this way since high school: equal parts horny and confused, and not knowing what the fuck to do. Jared’s not a total slut, but he’s been with his share of girls so he’s used to being relatively suave. But now he feels like-like a fucking virgin. Because he kinda sorta is. Again.
Jensen, however, seems to be unaffected by any plaguing doubts. He’s sloshing down beer and eating potato chips like they’re going out of style. How exactly he keeps himself looking like that is a serious mystery to Jared.
The station cuts to commercial again. Wow, Jared really has been spacing out. Jensen turns his attention back to Jared, slapping him on the thigh and shooting over a smirk and a smile (yes, both-Jared’s not sure how that’s possible, but the way that Jensen’s lips and teeth are blinding him has Jared convinced that he’s being treated to a double-whammy of Ackles charm). “All right there, Big Jared, what’s got your panties in a twist?”
See that’s the thing that other people don’t know about Jensen Ackles: yeah, he’s shy-that dorky, awkward thing he does when confronted with a microphone minus a script or lines is real. But there’s some cocky bastard in there too; you’ve just got to get to know him for it to come out. Jared suspects that maybe Jensen's only comfortable fucking around like that if he trusts you not to take him too seriously, to not just assume that ownership of a face like his equals asshole. And after all this time together, Jared does know him, or at least he felt like he did until the whole getting-sweaty-and-getting-off-in-very-close-proximity-of-each-other thing started. Now Jared’s not even sure he knows himself.
“Um,” Jared says.
Jensen moves closer on the couch, flooding Jared’s nose with a salty, beery, but still Jensen-y smell. Jared licks his lips. “Uh, well,” he stutters. Christ on a cracker. How hard is it to say, “So dude, since we’re apparently gay for each other, when and how is the fucking going to start?”
It’s not that hard actually if you’re goaded into it. Because that’s exactly what storms out of Jared’s mouth after Jensen needles him in the ribs and says, “Stop being such a pussy, Jared. Fucking out with it already. You’re driving me nuts with all this pensive bullshit.”
No, it’s not difficult to say, but it’s embarrassing as hell to be alive and breathing after. And Jensen, that disturbingly pretty motherfucker, just laughs. Laughs.
“So what you’re saying is that you want in my ass?” Jensen’s eyes are twinkling and Jared wants to smack him. No, that’s a lie. Jared wants-Jared’s not sure exactly what he wants. That’s sort of the problem.
“I’m not gay,” Jensen says seriously, and Jared feels his heart drop into his socks. But then Jensen shifts even closer to him on the couch, leaning over to whisper in Jared’s ear, “But I am Jared-sexual.”
Yep, this is just like high school, because Jared just went from miserable to so turned on he’s having heart palpitations in like two seconds flat. Also, there’s the necking. Which is the only applicable term for what happens next. Before Jared knows what’s happening, Jensen’s positioned in between his legs and they’re rolling around on the couch cushions with Jensen biting at the hollow of Jared’s neck. Jared can feel his sense of humor flood back with each lick and suck.
“Oh my god, you are gay! You’re totally making out instead of watching football.”
“Shut up, dude. Don’t be so close-minded,” Jensen laughs into Jared’s open mouth.
“Yeah, ‘cause I’m so homophobic when I’m sucking you off.” He can feel Jensen shudder when he says that and it makes Jared feel triumphant. Then he realizes that this is the closest they’ve come to having a talk, like even discussing what exactly it is that they’ve been doing rummaging around in each other's Levis for the last couple weeks.
“Right, and I’m sure you’ll be drafting an anti-homo screed in your head while I’m fucking you in the ass.” Jensen said “screed.” How much further would that put Jared in the embarrassingly crushed-out category if he said that it makes him hot when Jensen talks smart?
“Oh so that’s how it’s going to go, huh? Sandy said you’d be like that.” Oops. Way to kill the mood, Padalecki. Real smooth.
Jensen rears up on his haunches at that and peers into Jared’s eyes with those sparkly, church-boy, green eyes and says quietly, “You told her? I was actually wondering about that.”
Right. So now they really are doing the talking thing, only not about the fun sex stuff. Jared babbles awkwardly, “Well, yeah. She’s my girl. I don’t lie to her. Besides, she figured out about this,” he waves his arm around between them, “before I did actually.”
Jensen breathes out a sigh of-is that relief? Yeah, it totally is. “Shit man, that’s-I’m glad. I was starting to feel like a real prick. ‘Cause she’s a nice girl and I like her. But somehow I still couldn’t seem to keep my hands off her boyfriend.” Jensen literalizes his statement, pushing his hands up and under Jared’s T-shirt. Jared groans and shifts his hips. And then Jensen’s licking up his happy trail, dangling a finger next to Jared’s button-fly. He looks up and grins. “And yeah, maybe I should do the fucking-I’ve done it "that way" with a chick before and all.”
Jared squints, mustering up the wherewithal to pissily reply, “So have I.”
“Naughty boy,” Jensen says, palming Jared’s cock through his jeans. “And here I thought that puppy-dog face was just concealing an untapped talent for giving head.”
“So you think flattery’s gonna get you into my-” Jensen cuts him off with a kiss that’s just too wet and too perfect-too raw-for Jared to sustain logical thought or word progressions of any kind.
Jensen’s slowly undoing Jared’s fly, one silver button at a time, and there’s a rushing in Jared’s ears that almost makes it so he can’t hear it when Jensen half-growls, “You can go first, man. I want you to.” It’s cliché but there’s something about that three word combo, “I. Want. You.” that makes Jared feel puddly on the inside, inflating his dick into the kind of out of control hard-on that you get when you’re fifteen and you want to hump everything that moves. “I’ll be right back,” Jensen says, and then he’s bounding across the room barefoot while Jared melts back into the couch, feeling nervous and insanely excited and…yeah, like a virgin.
Jared grabs the remote and shuts the TV off-‘cause that’s clearly not happening anymore. He can’t help but touch himself in Jensen’s absence, lightly circling the head of his cock with his thumb as a series of flashing, indistinct images of his and Jensen’s body parts tangle in his head. When Jensen comes back the words, “Hold up there--I thought that was for me,” cut though the almost-silence of Jared’s labored breath, bringing him back to the here and now. Jared swivels his head to find Jensen completely butt-ass naked and carrying a bottle of lube and a condom.
“Oh right. Of course,” Jared says stupidly, scanning his eyes up and down Jensen’s body. He almost can’t believe this is happening. But then he has to because Jensen joins him on the couch and uncaps the bottle, looking up at Jared with an eyebrow lift that seems kind of forced, like Shy Jensen and Cocky Jensen are at war with one another. Jared tears off his shirt and goes to pull down his pants and underwear, but Jensen’s hand meets his firmly.
“Don’t. I like you half-dressed.”
“Okay,” Jared says, throbbing where Jensen’s fingers are cutting into his skin. Suddenly everything seems very serious.
Jared stares wordlessly as Jensen straddles his legs and leans back with his knees in the air, lying back on folded arms, somehow managing to look both taunting and open. Jensen’s hard cock is kissing his belly and his ass is angled up; he’s fucking gorgeous and asking for it. He hands Jared the bottle and says, “You have to, you know…”
“Yeah,” Jared says, slicking his fingers up. He spills slightly onto the cushions in his haste, and makes a pained face. “Shit. I’m sorry.”
“Fuck it,” Jensen rumbles, “just-come on…” Jared reaches down and slides one finger in. “Yeah,” Jensen drawls out, turning one syllable into the length of three, the upholstery apparently forgotten. Jared watches as the muscles in Jensen’s lower abdomen tense as he fucks in and out, just as the tightness around his finger relaxes and takes him in.
“Give me another.” Jared does as he’s told. Jensen’s head lolls back and Jared can see that he even has freckles underneath his chin. Jensen slowly lifts his head up again, letting out a shaky breath but using a commanding tone. “Give me three.”
“Are you sure, man? That’s pretty quick.”
“It’s cool. I’ve been-oh fuck-practicing.” Jared’s eyes grow wide as he pictures Jensen alone, fucking himself. He’s been doing that for Jared.
“Oh,” is all he can manage to say.
Jensen looks Jared straight in the eye, quirking a trace of a grin. “You’re fucking huge, dude. I just-god, yeah.” Jared looks down at his hand, fingers disappearing inside Jensen as they curl up. Every time he hits that spot he can see it ripple across Jensen’s face. That’s the thing about foreplay-you get to watch. But it’s getting to the point where if things don’t move along soon, Jared’s dick is going to stage a coup.
It doesn’t have to, because just when Jared thinks he can’t take it anymore, Jensen says, “Okay, that’s enough, Jay. Just fuck me.”
The next part happens quickly, and it almost feels like normal-rolling the condom on, gripping the base of his cock as he slowly slides in. But the look on Jensen’s face is something totally new in the world of Jensen facial expressions as Jared knows them. Jensen’s mouth falls open and he starts to chant, “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” as he starts fucking himself on Jared’s cock. And Jared has to agree, because everything about this is yes. Jensen’s fisting his own dick and looking down at Jared with a wild look in his eyes. It makes Jared feel like this is happening to him as opposed to something he’s doing. But that’s just like Jensen-the secret Jensen-he’s got to take charge, even about having a dick in his ass.
Not that Jared’s complaining. He lets Jensen ride him, watching Jensen’s bicep flex as he holds himself up on one arm, cursing and invoking the divine as he jerks himself roughly, shooting off with a grimace that on anyone else would be grotesque but on Jensen is just really fucking hot.
And then Jared’s coming desperately too, knowing that Jensen’s watching him go.
“Jesus,” Jared says as they’re lying there afterwards, spent and sticky. “I feel like I just lost my cherry all over again.”
“No dude, I think that was me,” Jensen says and laughs.
“Whatever, fuck you.”
“No way. It’s my turn next.”
*****